Bim: Hey Wilford! Where are you going? Any plans for tonight?
Wilford: Either Karaoke or Murder. I’ll decide in the car.
Author: Time Lizzy Saint
Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
Wilford: Hey guys! Look at my new camera! [Shoots someone]
Wilford: [looks at gun] Oh wait. This isn’t my camera.
Wilford: What are your three best qualities?
Dark: I’m gay, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my Wil.
Wilford: …aww, Darky… ;w;
Wilford: You’re my best friend, Dark. I love you so much.
Dark: Okay.
Wilford:
Wilford: Well?
Dark: Alright, fine. You’ve grown on me. Like mold. Endearing mold .
Bim: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the stuff you’ve lost throughout your life.
Host: It would be nice to get my sense of purpose back.
Dr. Iplier: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Dark: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in 15 years!
Silver: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Wilford: Mental stability, my old friend!
Ed Edgar: Guys, could you lighten up a little?
Wilford: you have no idea what i’m capable of!
The fandom: don’t take this personally, but i feel like i’m being threatened by a cupcake.
Wilford: Are you.. blushing?
Dark: What, no.
Wilford: Did I get the ever-stoic, hardcore, total badass Darkiplier to blush?
Dark: No… It’s… It’s the cold.
Wilford: Huh. It’s the cold. And not that I told you “your face is freaking adorable and I bet the rest of you is too?”
Dark: *blushing harder* *voice cracks* N-no.
Wilford: hold the fuck up
Dark: excuse me?
Wilford: I said hold the fuck up
Wilford: I’m the fuck up. Hold me.
Wilford: *Putting the Nutella jars on the top shelf so Dark can’t reach them* lol 🙂 *leaves*
Dark: * Arrives in the kitchen* *sees the Nutella jars on the top shelf* …
After 10 minutes.
Wilford: *looking for the Nutella jars* BAABE?
Dark: *sipping tea while reading a book* Yes?
Wilford: Where are the Nutella jars?
Dark: I threw them. In the trashcan.
Wilford: …
Wilford: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?
Dark: If I can’t eat them, no one will.
Wilford: YOU COULD’VE CALLED ME OR GET YOURSELF A CHAIR.
Dark: Irrelevant.
Wilford: *hugs Dark and cries his eyes out*
Dark: There there… *sweats nervously while furiously looking up ‘how to comfort a crying person’ on WikiHow*
Think Things 